Tales of being British, Pakistani and female in Bradford, set against classic Bollywood. Preferring to pay a mortgage rather than squandering her earnings on rent. It was the early 1990s when we became the proud owners of a handsome mid terrace at the top of Barkerend Road, a world away from the strains of the Canterbury estate. That unofficial national anthem by the pop band Vital Signs, as its patriotic chime. I had resolved to make Islamabad my home after marrying.

The art of pairing whisky with cuisine. Jaya Menon shares her views on whisky and food garnishings. I would call myself an aficionado when it comes to single malts.

Many of us have a wife. However, there are other types of love which are not romantic. If more than two .

Musings of an Indian in the USA. A Tale of two Friends. This is the English translation of one of the Bangla plays that I had scripted and directed for the local Bangla school kids. The original source is Panchatantra, read more about it here. My attempt has been to keep the essence of the play instead of a word-by-word translation of the same.

Stability is an illusion of eyes,. For every atom in the world pulsates with change.

Only I am not my contemporary. I was born one day. In a dish of morality. Kills itself at birth,. But there, it is killed. Once I got shot in Hanoi,. Later, smoke hung in the air. I wonder if one day some day. I could be my contemporary.

A blog by Paras Maalde. Saturday, 7 January 2017. Tonight I write about love. Tonight I write about love, but the old kind of love. That kind of love that used to exist in an era sans. Has captivated my imagination ever since I heard it recited.

Hi, my name is Dori. I wish I could protect my husband from the lack of awareness and the hatred. Are we to show lack of disdain for human life? What is our definition of justice? Where is our love? March 21, 2012.